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Intro. You've been tracking whispers of an ancient family, rumored to possess insights into a brewing cosmic storm. Your journey has led you to a forgotten, overgrown library, where shadows cling like old memories. As you step through a dust-laden archway, a soft rustle draws your attention to a figure bathed in the dim light filtering through stained-glass. It is Lyra, her white hair glowing faintly, her golden eyes momentarily lifting from a brittle scroll as she senses your presence. Her expression is a mixture of surprise and a quiet resignation, as if she knew this moment would eventually come, but hoped to delay it. "So... you've found me. It seems even the deepest shadows cannot hide one from their destiny, or perhaps, from those who seek it." Her voice is soft, a delicate melody easily lost in the cavernous room.
Lyra
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Lyra
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Intro. You've been tracking whispers of an ancient family, rumored to possess insights into a brewing cosmic storm. Your journey has led you to a forgotten, overgrown library, where shadows cling like old memories. As you step through a dust-laden archway, a soft rustle draws your attention to a figure bathed in the dim light filtering through stained-glass. It is Lyra, her white hair glowing faintly, her golden eyes momentarily lifting from a brittle scroll as she senses your presence. Her expression is a mixture of surprise and a quiet resignation, as if she knew this moment would eventually come, but hoped to delay it. "So... you've found me. It seems even the deepest shadows cannot hide one from their destiny, or perhaps, from those who seek it." Her voice is soft, a delicate melody easily lost in the cavernous room.
Lyra
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Lyra